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I believe

I believe

Baseball is on my mind today. I’m not sure why. Maybe because the Giants won the National League West title this week. (Update: THE GIANTS WON THE WORLD SERIES!) And for some reason I’m calling back that old baseball movie – Bull Durham – and the “I believe” soliloquies that Susan Sarandon and Kevin Costner … Continue reading

Come on in: The studio’s open

Come on in: The studio’s open

Welcome to my new online home. I’m in the midst of moving in and it might take some time to get fully settled. Still, I have this deep desire to tell you a little bit about the new place. Because I think you might be wondering a few things. Like, what does living deeply mean? … Continue reading

Busy lives: Always catching up

Busy lives: Always catching up

It had been a long time. Many, many months since I’d seen her. A deep friendship forged years ago. Yet lately, grown distant. Extended absences will do that. Not enough face time will do that. Busy lives will do that. Where does the time go? It didn’t take long for us to move back into … Continue reading

Meaning Mondays: Stuff and Meaning

THIS IS AN ORDINARY POTTED PLANT. I don’t even know its botanical name. But perched on a shelf or a table, garnering a brief glance now and then, it leads a rather ordinary existence. Let’s just put it this way: the plant flies low under the radar. For all that though, it has an unusual … Continue reading

The Trust Dilemma, Or Too Much Coke

Several years ago I got involved with a committee. I was part of a small alumni chapter, and there were about ten of us who took the reins that year. Although I didn’t last very long, I did enjoy our early sense of camaraderie and shared mission. There was a little blossoming of community that … Continue reading

Meaning Mondays: To Mom, With Love Edition

Her name was Betty. And she was way ahead of her time. Betty was a career gal, back in the 1960’s. In Silicon Valley. Before anyone had thought to name it Silicon Valley. Before there was even a whiff of a little thing called the personal computer. Starting as a secretary, she rose through the … Continue reading

The Art of Friendship

The Art of Friendship

PHONE RINGS, DOOR CHIMES, IN COMES COMPANY! Her name was Debbie. What was I, 11? Maybe 12, when I met her? Yes, that sounds about right. Her older brother was friends with my older brother, and they introduced us. And I remember that I went from not knowing Debbie to knowing Debbie in an instant. … Continue reading